Vulnerable Passion
Nature stirs an excitement with a flower’s bloom,
its petals unfurling in the morning light.
A piece of music’s echo lingering in the air,
a lost love’s betrayal, a wound that never heals,
a child’s naivete over a stranger’s offer of candy,
innocence meeting the world’s harsh truths.
A grandmother’s trust in a salesman,
his eyes gleaming with greed,
obsessed with money at any cost.
The world spins on, indifferent,
to the passions that drive us,
the proclivities that define us.
Each moment a testament,
to the beauty and the pain,
of being human.
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